Kate was silent, giving her attention doubtless to her team. Then, with seeming irrelevance, she said: “Didn't I see Colonel Thorp yesterday in town?”
“Yes, the old heathen! I haven't forgiven him for taking off Ranald as he did.”
“He didn't take off Ranald. Ranald was going off anyway.”
“How do you know?” said Harry.
“I know,” replied Kate, with a little color in her cheek. “He told me himself.”
“Well, old Thorp was mighty glad to get him; I can tell you that. The old sinner!”
“He's just a dear!” cried Kate. “Yes, he was glad to get Ranald. What a splendid position he gave him.”
“Oh, yes, I know, he adores you like all the rest, and so you think him a dear.”
But this Kate ignored for the team were speeding along at an alarming pace. With amazing skill and dash she threaded her way through the crowded streets with almost no checking of her speed.
“Do be careful,” cried Harry, as the wheels of their carriage skimmed the noses of the car-horses. “I am quite sure my aunt will not be able to recognize me.”